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"One suggested before… this woman had more virtue."
He'd made claims for Barb, once upon a while. Praised her good sense, her loyalty. A lot of things he'd said to Tabini, when he'd thought better of Barb.
And if he were honest, probably that weeks-ago judgment was more rational and more on target than the one he'd used last night.
"She's stayed by me through a lot," he said. "I suppose —"
Tabini was quiet, waiting. And sometimes translation between the languages required more honesty than he found comfortable: without it, one could wander deep into definitional traps — sound like a fool… or a scoundrel.
"Did political enemies affect this decision?" Tabini asked.
"Certainly my job did. The absences. The — likelihood of further absences. Just the uncertainty."
"Of safety?"
He hesitated to get into that. Finally nodded. "There've been phone calls."
"She has, as you've said, no security?"
"No. It's not — not ordinary."
"Nor prospect of obtaining it."
"No, aiji-ma. Ordinary citizens just — don't. There's the police. But these people are hard to catch."
"A problem also for your relatives."
He had a suspicion about the integrity of his messages. And the pretense that no atevi understood the language well enough, a pretense which was wearing thi
"There is —" Tabini moved his foot, swung his leg over the arm of the chair. "There is the Treaty provision. We've broken it to keep Hanks here. Would Barb-daja consent to break with this new marriage and join you in residence on the mainland?"
He didn't know what to say for a moment — thought of havingBarb with him, and couldn't imagine —
"It seems," Tabini said, "that there is difficulty for your whole household, on Mospheira, which has perhaps inspired this defection. In her lack of official support, one can, perhaps, see Barb-daja's difficulty."
Or perhaps Banichi or Jago had told him a certain amount. It proved nothing absolutely. He hadtalked to Jago. He'd even talked to Ilisidi.
"This is a security risk," Tabini said. "You should not have to abide threats to your household, if a visa or two would relieve their anxiety — and yours. They would be safe here, your relatives, your wife — if you chose to have this."
His heart had gone thump, and seemed to skip a beat, and picked up again while the brain was trying to work and tell him they'd been talking about Hanks, and accusations, and Hanks' fate, and it could signal a decided chill in atevi-human relations — which he had to prevent. Somehow. "Aiji-ma, it's — a very generous gesture." But to save his life — or theirs — he couldn't see it happening — couldn't imagine his mother and Toby and Jill and the —
No. Not them. Barb. Barb might think she wanted to. Barb might even try — there was a side to Barb that wasn't afraid of mountains. He could remember that now: Barb in the snow, Barb in the sunglare… Barb outside the reality of her job, his job, the Department, the independence she had fought out for herself that didn't need a steady presence, just not some damned lunatic isolationist agitator ringing her phone in the dead of night.
"My relatives — wouldn't — couldn't — adapt here. They'd be more tolerant of the threats. — Barb…"
He couldn't say no for her. She had no special protection, no more than his family. But she couldadapt. It was — in a society she'd not feel at home in — a constant taste of the life she'd seemed to love: the parties, the fancy clothes, the glittering halls. Barb would, give her that, try to speak the language. Barb would break her neck to learn it if it got her farther up the social scale, not just the paidhi's woman, but Barb-daja; God — she'd grab it on a bet. Until she figured out it was real, and had demands and limitations of behavior.
Stay with at that point was another question. Adapt to it, was a very serious question. He didn't think so, not in the long term.
More, he didn't want to sleep with her again. It had become a settled issue, Barb's self-interest, Barb's steel-edged self-protection: the very quality that had made her his safe refuge raised very serious questions, with Barb brought into the diplomatic interface, under the stress the life necessarily imposed —
And the constant security. And the fact — they needed each other more than they loved each other. Or loved anyone at all, any longer. They'd damaged each other. Badly.
"So?" Tabini asked him.
"Barb is a question," he said. "Let me think about it, aiji-ma, with my profound gratitude."
"And your household, not?"
"My mother —" He'd spoken to Tabini only in respectful terms of his mother. Of Toby. "She's very human. She's very temperous."
"Ill-omened gods, Bren, I have grandmother. They could amuse each other for hours!"
He had to laugh. "A disaster, aiji-ma. I fear — a disaster. And my brother — if he couldn't have his Friday golf game, I think he'd pine and die."
"Golf." Tabini made a circular motion of the hand. "The game with the little ball."
"Exactly so."
"This is a passion?"
"One gambleson it."
"Ah." To an atevi that explained everything — and restored Tabini's estimate of Toby's sanity.
"My relatives are as they are. Barb — I'll have to think. I fear my mind right now is on the ship. And the business last night. And Hanks-paidhi."
"Forget Hanks-paidhi."
That was ominous. And he resolutely shut his mouth. Protest had already cost two lives.
"I trust," Tabini said then — but Naidiri came in, bowed despite Tabini's casual attitude, and presented a small message roll, at which Tabini groaned.
"It came with a cylinder," Naidiri said. "Considering the source, we decided security was better than formality."
"I certainly prefer it." Tabini opened it and read it. "Ah. Nand' paidhi. Geigi sends his profound respect of your person and assures you his mathematicians find great interest in the proposed solution to the paradox, which they believe to have far-reaching significance. He is distraught and dismayed that his flowers were rejected at the airport, which he believes was due to your justified offense at his doubt. He wishes to travel to Taiben in person to present his respect and regret. The man is determined, nadi."
"What shall I answer this man?" Bren asked. "This is beyond my experience, aiji-ma."
"Say that you take his well-wishes as a desirable foundation for good relations and that you look forward personally to hearing his interpretation of the formulae and the science as soon as you've returned to the capital. Naidi-ji, phrase some such thing. Answer in the paidhi's name before this man buys up all the florists in Shejidan. — You've quite terrified the man, Bren-ji. And quite — quite uncharacteristically so. Geigi is not a timorous man. He's sent me very passionate letters opposing my intentions. What in all reason did you say to him?"
"I don't know, aiji-ma. I never, never wished to alarm him."
"Power. Like it or not." Tabini gave back the message roll, and Naidiri went back, one presumed, to the little staff office Taiben had in the back hall. "On my guess, the man doesn't understand why you went personally to the observatory. He doesn't understand the signal you sent — weknow your impulsive character. But lord Geigi — is completely at a loss."
"I couldn't rely on someone to translate mathematics to me when so much was riding on it. Third-hand never helps on something I can hardly understand myself. — Besides, it was nand' Grigiji's work. Banichi said he baffles his own students."